Hai guys! So sorry this is not an actual chapter and that I may or may not have gotten you excited by posting this, but then you are all like, "Shit man! I just wanted a fucking new chapter to fangirl over and shit!" But, I have to give you guys some news, updates, etc. I have not been able to work on this or any other stories over the summer because of softball. It is my love and passion, man. . . Anyways, I just checked my account recently and decided it was about time to start working on a story again. So I chose to work on the Pirate England one, just because I was listening to a song at that moment that kind of reminded me of it. So, I have vowed to fully finish a chapter by the end of the month. I have a softball game tonight, in about 3 hours, but I'll probably just sit on my floor tonight with my laptop, a cup of iced mocha, and a tub of candy I had my g-ma collect for me from the parade I was in, for the 4th of July.
So, that's that. Then, I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. I realize there may be some younger fans here and that swearing is not the best thing to be doing. Please, don't be afraid, no one here will make fun of you or dis you or anything you may think bad will happen. I love, and I mean LOVE hearing feedback about me and my stories. Constructive criticism. I live off of it. If any of you haven't figured already, my dream is to be an author when I am older. I love writing and being creative. So I need people and a live audience to help me shape my creativity and stories. So, please, leave comments on whatEVER you had thoughts about during reading my stories.
And speaking of comments. . . They make me cry. But oh, no. Not in the bad way. They make me cry with joy. I love them. Comments just make my world go 'round. It makes me so very happy to know that you guys care enough to actually type something out about my stories. I just, love it. Thanks! Keep them comin'!
Okay, next. I just wanna say something about this perticular story. . . Well, actually, a couple of things. . .
1. I'm not friends with Melody currently. I have very sensitive feelings and a short temper, and she kinda just. . . cut my last straw in half. . . She was a great friend, but maybe too great at some points. Too. . . pushy? I don't know. She would always just say bitchy things to me and call me stuff that kinda hurt my feelings. But, like America, the character I most resemble, I stayed strong and pushed through the names. And then, one time, she hit me with my own pencil pouch that was completely full with stuff, also holding my phone, and gave me a huge bruise on my head. And the last thing that set me off was that she kept accusing me on like this ass. . . I hated this guy, and she kept saying I was married to him and in love and blah blah blah. I told her many times that I don't like him that way. I just wanted to play catch with him. And that was it. I moved on without an apology or anything. I mean, I guess I'm kind of easy like that, so if she would have sent me a sincere apology letter or something, I wouldn't be mad at her right now. . .
2. No. Fucking. Way. . . A little bit ago, before school ended, we had a movie night fund raiser for all of the softball and baseball teams of my city. And as my story says, he works at the rec. So he was in charge of us. The girls Emerald Necklace, what I play for, was in charge of the food and stuff. So, being the silly girls we are, we kind of made a mess of the popcorn. So my mom asked for a broom and dustpan while I went to the bathroom to fix my makeup. When I came back, my mom was all like, "His name is Matt," And I'm like, "What?" And it turns out, Mr. Matties's name really is Matt! It's him! From another dimension!
3. :DDDDDDDDDDDD He delivered pizza to my house one day. Well, at least he supposedly looked like him. . . It was me and two of my sisters friends who were practically family to us. We ordered pizza over the phone from somewhere. two seconds after one of them, Chloe, hung up, we realized that we wanted bread sticks. So her and I went up to the plaza right behind my house to get bread sticks from the pizza place there. Turns out they can the cinnamon sticks also, so we got both. And then Grace, my sister, and Leianna (God damn it, I have no clue how to spell it. . .), her best friend, waited for the pizza. The day later, Grace decided to tell me that she thinks the pizza guy was Matt. But she couldn't tell because he was wearing SUN GLASSES! FUCKING GOD DAMN SUN GLASSES! It fucking really is him! It has to be! We are ordering from that pizza place from now on. . . (SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! NEW IDEA FOR CHAPTER!)
Alright guys, I think that's all. I finished this is two parts. Some at my g-ma's and some right now, at home, sitting on my floor against my dresser because my futon with an air mattress on top of it because the bars under the futon hurt my back is full of clothes that I was too lazy to put away so I'll do that tomorrow when I pack for my team sleepover because we have a tournament on Saturday and my coach wants to make sure everyone is there on time since we only have 8 players plus his injured daughter which means I have to play center while she plays second where I normally play and I normally wouldn't complain but I hate outfield because nothing is ever hit to me so it is so boring and if something is hit to me I'll end up missing it and getting yelled at by the bitchy pitcher and my coach and I hate getting yelled at because then I get a headache like right now and I am tired and my hands are getting sore so bye. LONGEST. FUCKING. SENTENCE. EVER. . . Night biiiiiiii- . . . scuits. Night biscuits!
Behhh Brooo! Bro Fist!
(PewDiePie Outro followed by amazing mix or whatever. . .)
("Alright Cry, it was nice fighting with your side man,"
*silence*
"I love you.")
("Don't Worry about it.
Don't worry about it!
So much fun playing with you!")
(Bro's, I'm tired. I need sleep. Good night. . .)
